I was 9 years old and my brothers 16 year old friend was my abuser. The abuse lasted until I was twelve I put a stop to it because I was starting to notice girls and felt like something was not right. He broke my arm by throwing me into a piece of furniture. After that he came back one more time and I let him in again because I trusted him and thought he made me feel special. He lived close to our home and my parents trusted him so he was around alot. In fact when I was a kid my parents used him as an example of how I should act. At night he made feel special and took advantage of my innocence and trust. During the day he got me in trouble with my parents and stood behind them and mocked me.Well I could go on but thats the short version.